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Going Home
I was allowed home on Wednesday evening. It could have been that morning, but my dad almost had a fist fight with a lady doctor who said that I should stay in an extra day. A much nicer lady doctor told me later on that I could go home. My dad must have bribed her. After all I had gone through, they put me in my 'going home' outfit and took more pictures. I made my feelings known.
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